In the end we all die. Said the drunk preachers son, For every time shall come to pass Dreams die, when you open your eyes For the future is tomorrows past I break my fast Glock loaded, evil runs my mind Mingling with the devil in heaven Singing the Lords praises with lucifer To my surprise my mother is nowhere to be found Maybe stuck inside the concrete stone laced on her final ground Maybe she lays in layers miscalculated by six feet, Clasterphobic the Lord preoccupied by the devils serene singing, to hear her crying. Im scared of dying, with an intensity equivalent to my fear for living. Im scared of loneliness, yet cannot trust a human Im weary of loving, while yearning fulfilment Im tired of dreaming, so I will never sleep again For dreams have only fuelled my ride in lybrenthine circles. Ageing with nothing but osteoporosis to show Nothing but crying mouths to feed Curse this damn God and die! But I fear dying So like a true slave of the heartless master I bow and say grace as he cracks the whiplash Stop thinking, stop dreaming For mother never escaped the ground #nevermind
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 18:35:56 +0000
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